EroticReverie

Raven Harley Rose

There's tons of food set out, everyone grabbing plates of food, playing pool, drinking, talking and laughing. Most of the older club members and their ladies are outside while the younger ones mostly hang out inside the bar, but everyone filtering in and out at random. 

I sit with Jazzy, my favorite of the club girls, even if she didn't wear a property cut of my brothers, everyone knew she was his. Everyone knew not to touch "Seven". Which was my brothers club name. Never got an explanation for Rolands club name, and wasnt sure I wanted it. 

"Sooooo" she sing songs as she slides me a new beer. 

"hm?" I ask and she gives a little smirk as she watches my friends with the younger club guys. 

"So when are you gonna put the moves on Thumper and get him killed by your pops?" she asks quietly, and my eyes pop and I look at her and she laughs.

"Oh come on, its so obvious. You two totally have a thing happening." she says. 

I flush a bit in the cheeks and lick my lips. 

"Pretty sure he doesnt think of me like that." I say and dont dare tell Jazzy about my secret plan to attempt to seduce him tonight. Because, yes she was teasing, but I wasnt sure she wouldnt warn my brother to keep it from happening. To keep Trey from getting his own balls fed to him by my dad. 

"Ummm pretty sure he DOES...I see him checking you out tonight. You're legal now, they are ALL thinking of you like THAT" she says with a waggle of her brows. 

I laugh.

"Too bad your pops would shave their skin and pour salt on it, then rip their nuts off and shove em up their own ass, or down their throat." she says

I cringe at the visual. "That's...graphic." I say with a slight laugh and she giggles. 

"Must be the club getting to me." she says and I lift my brows. 

"Yep." Because I understood that. Sometimes I had nightmares about the stories I heard, or the close calls that happened while I was around the club. For the most part, I felt safe around the club. I'd grown up thinking they were all superheros, invincible. Over the years, and a few losses, I realized that wasn't that case. 

I find Trey across the bar and Penny and Louise, two of the three club sluts that have been on his dick since he walked in are standing by him as he waits to take his turn, the pool stick in his hand as he sits on a stool, watching Kellen a.k.a Bullet, circle the table looking to take his shot. 

The girls are talking to him and I'm not sure he's looking, he doesnt seem that interested, but he's also not shooing them away. When his eyes move from the pool table , they lift up to me. Immediately a small smile plays on his lips. I feel my entire body respond, shivers going down my spine, my nipples hardening and my pussy clenching , my cheeks flushing as he lets his eyes looks down my body, and slowly back up. 

When his eyes are back on mine, his hot grin grows a bit more, he lifts a hand to his short beard and mustache, rubbing his facial hair as his gaze does a  down and back up again, and I watch his tongue slowly come out, licking his lips and his eyes come back to mine. I swallow. Was I imagining it all? All the flirty touches and looks lately? The way he just looked at me now? Was I reading into it. 

He gives a quick wink and then moves up off the stool as the crack of the balls on the table send them moving as Kellen takes his shot and misses. He grumbles and everyone around taunts him and he flips everyone the finger as Trey walks around, but his eyes are still on me as he moves back to the pool table and a slow grins spreads on his face as he leans down, taking one look at the table then his eyes flick back up to mine as he slides the pool stick through his fingers taking his turn. I  feel my body twitch slightly as the ball closests to me in the corner pocket sinks in and he stands and walks around the table towards me, and jerks his head, signaling me to come over.

"Oh god, that boy has a death wish" Jazzy mutters with a laugh and I bite my lip nervously and walks over to him with my beer in my hand. 

"Take my shot for me?" he asks when I walk up and he grabs my beer, gently taking it and setting it on side of the pool table. 

"I...I suck at pool." I say and he smiles. 

"I'll help you." he says as his hand slips to my side, touching the few inches of bared midriff as his hand slips , and his fingers slide over my stomach, sending chills through me as he moves behind me and reaches his other hand around handing me the pool stick.

"That's cheatin" Kellen says and Reno aka Whistler, slaps him upside the back of his head. 

"Shut up" he says as if warning Kellen he's being a cock block and Kellen rolls his eyes.

"Shit...your funeral man." he says realizing that Trey is flirting with me when he starts to show me how to hold the pool stick, bending over my back as I lean down. My chest heaving with erratic breaths. 

"We're gonna go for that one in the corner there...the orange stripe...see it?" he asks and I nod. 

"You're gonna line it up...you have to hit it a little more to the left side , you don't want to hit it straight on, because it'll bank off the side and come back to us." he says in my ear and the scent of his cologne and the sound of his voice was getting me a different kind of drunk, and I couldnt even focus. 

"you don't have to hit it hard..." he says whispering in his ear. 

'Sometimes all you need is just to give a little a push" he says, his body moving gently against mine, his crotch against my ass, my entire body screaming as I try to focus. 

"Just have to make sure you sink it in the hole Birdie" he says, my eyes fluttering slightly as he whispers the nickname. I only liked it when Trey called me birdie, because it felt like a pet name when he said it. 

"Put it right in the pocket for me Birdie" he whispers. 

Oh god, I would literally let this man take me right here on this table in front of the entire club house. 

He moves my arm with the pool stick showing me how to hit as his facial hair brushes my cheek and  I inhale when he kisses my cheek. Everyone around the table watching us, watching him. 

"You sink it in that pocket....I'll give you an extra birthday gift" he says and I bite my lip, my hands shaking. 

"Back up Thumper" my brothers voice bellows from behind us, making me jump, making Thumper/Trey stand up from leaning over and lifts his hands. 

"Was teaching her pool is all" he says stepping back a foot from me. I glare at my brother. 

My brother is glaring at Trey though. 

"she can teach herself, not gonna learn anything with you rubbing your dick on her." he says with a half snarl. 

"roland!" I squeak , my cheeks flaming in embarassment. 

"And dont you act innocent either." his glare flicks to me. 

"Ill shut this shit down and take you home if you're gonna go throwing yourself around like a-" 

"Rol!" Jazzy cuts him off as I flinch before he even says the word. 

"Screw you!" I say and my nostrils flare, as I shove the stick at him and roll my eyes and then grab my beer and leave the group near the pool table. 

I hear him warn Jazzy to watch her mouth. Which in biker speak, is, don't undermine me or tell me what to do in front of the club. Even if he WAS being dick. 

I take my beer, throwing it back and chugging it down and then get another and walk down the hall to my room, pushing open the door and walking in. 

I walk over to the bed and sit down, and roll my eyes. I was an idiot to think I was going to be able to pull any kind of seduction with anyone else around. 

I look over at the table against the wall, with the box and then walk over. He said to open it later, so maybe I should wait. I run my fingers over the wrapping paper and the black bow tied around it. Biting my lip wondering what's inside. 

A small knock comes at my door and I jump and move over and open it and open my mouth to start to lecture my brother on embarrasing me but I close my mouth when Trey stands there looking down at me. 

"got you in trouble...sorry bout that" he says. 

I huff slightly.

"He's such a prick." I say and he smiles. His eyes drifting over to the gift box. His toes standing right on the edge of my doorway, because nobody was allowed in my room, other than my father or brother. Any male seen in here, unless they were WITH my father or brother, would probably get their ass kicked. 

"I'd invite you in." I say. "But..." 

He smiles. "Yeah...probably not a great idea." he says and his eyes look me up and down and then he looks down the hall, back to where the music is playing, bottles are clinking and voices are carrying with loudness and laughter. He looks over the low v neck of my long sleeved black shirt, that fits tight, and is cropped. To my tight leather low waisted pants and my heeled boots. 

"Definitely not a good idea." he says quietly and his eyes roam back up. 

I inhale and then exhale shakily. 

He lift a hand to the door way and I watch his fingers curl around the door frame, his eyes taking me in again. 

"When you open your gift later... text me." he says and I lick my lips and nod.

"But dont open it until you're alone." he says and I nod again. 

His head leans back and he checks the hallway again and then looks back at me. His hand drops from my doorway and he reaches in, his hand sliding up behind my neck and I gasp as he pulls my face to his. 

"Happy Birthday Birdie" he whispers against my lips and then presses his lips to mine softly and pulls back with a soft groan. My eyes still closed, stunned, and I blink them back open to him standing there , backing up with a grin. 

"Been wanting to do that for awhile." he says. 

do it again! my body screams, my lips buring for more, as I lift my fingertips to my lips as he turns and walks back down the hall.